Mom: I'm tired. I want to get my pajamas on, snuggle up with my sweetheart, and go to sleep.
Jet: You want to snuggle up with me?
Mom: Awwwww.
Mom: Lying is unethical in my opinion.
Dad: That's why I sit up.
Mom: May I have my phone? It's going to die if you keep playing with it.
Jet: Don't worry, Mom. It's electric. It won't die.
Mom (to Jet): You're so adorable.
Lucky (to Jet): You're so lucky.
Jet: I'm so musical.
(proceeds to play with a toy guitar)
Jet taught me a new song.
"Turkey run away
Or you'll be eaten for Thanksgiving Day."
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